Thy light upon our evenings pour,
And so shall we no sunset see,
But death to us an open door
To an eternal morning be.

FATHER of mercies, hear our cry;

Hear us, O Sole-begotten Son,

Who, with the HOLY GHOST Most High, Reignest while endless ages run.

II.

Glory to Thee, O GOD, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep us, O keep us, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings.

Forgive us, LORD, for Thy dear SON,
The ill that we this day have done;
That with the world, ourselves, and Thee,
We, ere we sleep, at peace may be.

Abide with us from morn till eve,
For without Thee we cannot live;
Abide with us when night is nigh,
For without Thee we dare not die.

Sun of the soul, Thou SAVIOUR dear,
It is not night if Thou be near :
O may no earth-born cloud arise,
To hide Thee from Thy servants' eyes.

Praise GOD, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST.

III.

By cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows!

How sweet the breath 'neath Carmel's hill

Of Sharon's dewy rose!

Lo! such the child whose early feet

The path of peace have trod;

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to GOD.

By cool Siloam's shady rill,

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms 'neath Carmel's hill

Must shortly fade away.

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age

Will smite the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

O Thou Whose infant feet were found
Within Thy FATHER'S shrine!

Whose years, with changeless radiance crowned,
Were all alike divine:

Thou Who didst tread each earthly path,
Ere Thou didst fill Thy throne,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
O keep us still Thine own!

MONDAY.

Morning.

Attend, ye tribes that dwell remote,
Ye tribes at hand, give ear;
The upright in heart alone have hope,
The false in heart have fear.

The man who walks with GOD in truth,
And every guile disdains;

Who hates to lift oppression's rod,
And scorns its shameful gains;
Whose soul abhors the impious bribe
That tempts from truth to stray,
And from th' enticing snares of vice
Who turns his eyes away :

His dwelling, 'midst the strength of rocks,

Shall ever stand secure;

His FATHER will provide his bread,

His water shall be sure.

For him the mansion of the just

Afar doth glorious shine;

And he the King of kings shall see
In majesty divine.

Evening.

HOLIEST! breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal,

Sin and want we come confessing;

Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.

Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow past us fly;
Angel-guards from Thee surround us,
We are safe if Thou art nigh.

Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He Who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.

Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.

TUESDAY.

Morning.

Life nor death shall us dissever

From His love Who reigns for ever: Will He fail us? Never, never,

When to Him we cry.

Wily sin may seek to snare us;
Angry passion strive to tear us;

Toil and sorrow waste and wear us;

But His help is nigh!

Yes, His might shall still defend us;
And His Blessed SON befriend us;
And His HOLY SPIRIT send us
Comfort ere we die.

Evening.

GOD, that madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light!

Who the day for toil hast given,
For rest the night!

May Thine angel-guards defend us,
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us
This livelong night!

WEDNESDAY.

Morning.

FATHER of lights, before Thine eye

The heavens no longer shine;
And all the glories of the sky
Are but a shade of Thine.

Yet on Thy children here below
Thou lavishest Thy care;
And to Thy tender love we owe
Each gift of good we share.

In all the good from Thee that flows
May we the Giver see;

Nor let the gifts Thy hand bestows

Estrange our hearts from Thee.